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writethehousedown · 4 years

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And the Livin’s Easy Chapter One (Multi) - Zyan

a/n: me? doing yet another multi-chapter for the challenge? how original. this idea came to me while i was watching hawaii five-0 and i just ran with it. i have no actual knowledge of how the surfing world works, i’m a simple kick boxing fighter, so please bear with me and the in-accuracies you’ll find. the rest of the characters mentioned in the summary will appear in the next chapter :D my sideblog is @chachkisalpaca - oh, and also, frey is an absolute angel for beta-ing this. hope you enjoy!

Summary: The surfing season in Honolulu is at its peak, with every surfer, old and new, having their eyes on the big prize of the Hawaii Surf Association annual competition. As the day of the competition comes closer, Crystal tries to not get distracted with a certain Californian girl, Vanessa swears she’s over Brooke, Yvie tries to seduce the hotel’s lifeguard and Jaida is just witnessing everything go down as she sips on her piña colada.

It’s summertime and the beach is packed.

Crystal doesn’t expect any less, honestly; the summer season is at its peak, plus Honolulu is always a famous tourist spot. No wonder there’s barely a spot to stand in O’Ahu.

The waves are good today and Crystal engages in a playful banter when she encounters some of her fellow surfers while training. There’s a surfing competition next week, a very important one at that, and every surfer and their grandma wants that prize. To think of what she could do with the money — Crystal might just layback for the rest of the season and enjoy some very well deserved vacations before going back to Missouri for yet another college year.

She finds it sad that the waves last only during the summer, because she’s capable of surfing them even when the water temperature is below 0 and would catch a cold for the mere act of standing too close to the water (“Colds start with the feet,” her mother has been telling her since she was a child, and it just stuck.)

But she doesn’t have to worry for the winter that’s still months away; right now she just lets the Sun burn her skin as the water soaks her entire body.

She feels lightheaded, like she’s capable of doing anything while she’s on her surfing board.

“You getting’ better, Glass,” Vanjie shouts, while riding the same wave as her.

Crystal laughs loudly, the nickname ‘Glass’ still sounding so wild to her, she sometimes wonders why and how did Vanjie ever come up with that one.

“What do ya wanna bet that I’ll beat your ass next week,” Crystal yells back, and Vanjie cocks a brow, focused on keeping her balance.

“Fuck off, I bet you won’t even last the rest of training without falling.”

“If I make it through training without falling you’re buying me a drink at Sal’s.”

Vanjie meets her gaze for a brief second and laughs shortly.

“Es más fácil decirlo que hacerlo, but you got a deal, bitch.” She winks at her and Crystal takes it upon herself to win that bet.

“Veamos si puedes conmigo, perra.”

Gigi is, decidedly, not a beach person.

She gets it; the water looks pretty under the Sun, the palms make a good background for an Instagram picture, and her bathing suit fits her like a glove, drawing attention from both men and women, but despite all this — she just can’t take how crowded it is, the children running around and yelling like banshees, how cold the water is, the dirty people that leave their trash behind, and a long etcetera.

Brita’s been so kind to invite them to their family’s house in Honolulu for a few weeks, Gigi is very much aware of it, which is why she tries not to be a gigantic bitch while they’re on the beach; she doesn’t want Brita to kick her out, basically.

Besides, Honolulu is very pretty. One of the most beautiful cities she’s ever visited, actually. She doesn’t mind the rest of it; it’s this specific part of the city that she dreads. She’s also very aware of the irony of agreeing to go to a place that’s famous for its beaches while hating beaches, thank you very much.

She applies a generous amount of sunscreen to every inch of her body, still sitting under the umbrella and ignoring her friends’ pleas for her to join them in the water. Gigi merely says that she’ll meet them in a moment, and though they’re not very convinced by it, they still run towards the sparkly blue water.

Gigi clearly lied; as soon as they’re out of sight, she pulls out her phone and thinks for a moment about taking photos for her Instagram — if she’s going to spend most of this trip at the beach, she might as well take advantage of it and take some cute pictures for her feed. She didn’t pack so many bathing suits for nothing.

She’s scrolling through her DM requests —deleting the men, replying to the women— when there’s a sudden uproar from the people sitting around her. They’re cheering for something or someone. Gigi looks around, confused, until she lays eyes on the sea in front of her and the waves crashing against the shore; there are surfers in the waves, naturally, but these seem like the skilled type.

Gigi decides to film it for her Instagram Stories, because why not, they are talented, and Gigi can barely float around in her parents’ pool in a donut floatie without rolling over and drowning.

One of them falls, and the crowd gasps, though Gigi isn’t all that interested in it. Her friends wave at her from the sea and Gigi scrambles to find an excuse not to join them.

Crystal can’t stop laughing, even when they arrive at the shore and all Vanjie does is shout at her, saying that she bewitched her or something, because there’s no way she fell instead of her.

“Get over it, Vanj. You owe me now.”

She sticks her board into the sand, taking her hair tie off and rearranging her hair in a ponytail. Her hair is soaked, clearly, and Crystal’s hands are already tired at the thought of having to shampoo the sea water off it.

Crystal doesn’t mind though, it’s worth it.

Vanjie shots Crystal a deadly glare and rearranges her own hair, groaning slightly as she does so.

“I’m only paying you because a bitch keeps her promises,” she says. “Also, on the note of having drinks, you wanna grab a smoothie before going on with training? But you’re paying for your own drink, ho.”

Crystal laughs wholeheartedly with a nod. She goes to look between the pockets of her bag for money and asks one of her friends to watch her board for her; it’ll just be a moment.

They’re talking about their plans once the competition is done and what would they do if they get the prize money. Vanessa says she’ll pack up her stuff and go back to Puerto Rico for the rest of the summer even if she loses, and will chase waves on her hometown beach. Maybe teach a few of the little ones in her family to surf, if she has the time and patience for it.

“Y’know, the little shits are getting bigger and bigger, and they barely remember their aunt Vanessa! My girl Julia, bless that one, still remembers me — but, bitch, she did her first communion already! Damn, last time I checked she was still five,” Vanjie rambles, and Crystal definitely feels her on a spiritual level.

This is the part she likes about being friends with Vanjie, the fact they both have similar experiences with their Latin families and understand each other in a way most people wouldn’t. Her favourite part of summer is getting to spend it with her.

Crystal says something about her little nephew Mateo —who Vanessa adores, despite having not met him yet, just because his name matches with her surname— and how he’s gotten so big in the blink of an eye, already reaching Crystal’s hip, when she bumps into something.

Or rather, someone.

There’s a gasp and Crystal is wet yet again, though this time it’s sticky and it smells fruity.

“Well, there goes ten dollars,” a voice snarls, and Crystal finally pulls up her gaze to meet the asshole that just spilled their drink all over her.

She finds a woman with long auburn hair, skin pale as snow, think as a rail, with pink plump lips and a pair of icy blue eyes staring right back at her. Crystal thinks it’s a shame that she’s an asshole, because she is really pretty.

“Watch where you walk, pendeja,” Crystal bites back and the woman rolls her eyes, avoiding her as she goes on with her way. Vanjie and Crystal briefly look at her before proceeding with what they were doing. “At least I can wash the stickiness off once we hit the waves again,” she consoles herself, resigned to smell like fruit until she gives her bathing suit a proper wash.

“I hate the beach,” Gigi declares, settling at Jackie’s side with a huff and her arms folded. Jackie quirks an amused eyebrow, barely stifling a laugh, and Nicky casts a side glance at her.

“Why’s that?” Nicky asks, her gaze still glued to her phone.

“Some idiot cost me ten dollars, can you believe? I didn’t even have a sip of that smoothie!” Gigi complains with a whine that’s rather childish. Jackie just laughs, patting her friend’s back.

“If you join us now, I’ll buy you another smoothie later.”

“Fuck off with that motherly tone, Jacqueline,” Gigi says with a laugh, Jackie gasps offended and swats her arm playfully.

“That’s not the way to talk to your friends, baby Geeg!” Jackie scolds her, only making Gigi laugh louder.

Jackie is the eldest of them all (though, to be fair, she’s only a couple months older than Brita) and she’s naturally the mom friend. She’s pulled them out of the bar, called cabs, helped them through heartbreaks, more than Gigi can count (though Gigi isn’t good at counting). It’s only fair she gets to do these jokes.

Gigi pouts and puts on her puppy eyes, locking her hands. “Do you promise to buy me a smoothie, though?” She asks, in a tone so high-pitched she annoys herself.

But never Jackie, she’s got the patience none of them have, so she just nods with an over the top sigh and forcefully drags her to the water.

Gigi hates what the salty water does to her hair, though to be fair — Jackie did buy her a smoothie once they came back to their spot.

Sal’s Shack has grown to be Crystal’s favourite place on the island.

She discovered it when she was a little girl and came to Honolulu for the first time, after her parents saved up for a whole year and her father pushed as much as he could for a promotion at his job. It isn’t just a restaurant or a bar; Sal doesn’t like labels, so he never put one on his establishment.

It’s whatever you want it to be, though it does become a bar after midnight, that title going away once the Sun is up.

When Crystal met Vanjie, almost five summers ago, she took her to Sal’s Shack, and Vanjie was so in love with the place they kept on coming back, with or without the other.

Sal immediately smiles upon seeing them enter, even if the place is already getting crowded, Sal tells them he’d be able to hear Vanjie’s voice from a mile away.

“What can I get you tonight, girls?” He asks, with that warm, kind smile that reminds Crystal of her childhood years.

“I’m in the mood for your spicy meatballs sandwich,” Vanjie says dreamily, prompting Sal to laugh wholeheartedly. Crystal follows her suit by saying she wants a burger, and tells Sal not to be shy with the sauce.

They get settled while they wait, talking about how their college careers are going and how much they want the summer to be endless.

There’s just something about this city that makes it magical, Crystal likes to think. She’s had a few summer flings there, never seeing them again once she packed up her things and came back to Missouri, but each one of them had something special that made Crystal feel as if it wasn’t just a summer fling.

She wonders if she’ll find someone new this time around too, though it isn’t high up in her priority list.

Brita takes them to her uncle’s restaurant-bar-whatever, saying they have to visit it, not only because they serve pretty good cocktails, but also because there are always some hotties hanging around.

Though the idea of a summer hook up is attractive to Gigi, this isn’t Los Angeles; she doesn’t have any cab numbers, she still can’t properly manage herself around, and would consequently get lost trying to come back to the house. She tells herself that she’ll wait a few days until she’s a little more familiar with the place, just in case.

They arrive to the bar —Gigi’s decided to call it a bar for her own sanity—, and much like at the beach, the place is full, and she can’t see a free table.

“Don’t worry, girls,” Brita says, “I called my uncle and told him to save us a table, follow me.” So follow they do. They absentmindedly link hands and elbow their way through the place. The music is blasting through the speakers, there’s a couple of people dancing, and a lot of others just standing with their drinks and nudging on them.

Gigi has to admit Brita was right; there are some attractive people around, and it takes all of Gigi’s willpower not to stare. Perhaps sticking to the rules she’s just imposed on herself won’t be that easy.

They make it to the end of the bar and Brita smiles widely upon seeing her uncle, breaking the chain of hands and launching herself into his arms. The girls stand there awkwardly until they finish their conversation.

“He looks like Brita, but as a man,” Jan comments in a whisper, making Gigi and Nicky laugh. Jackie shushes them, though she agrees under her breath.

Brita introduces them one by one with a wide smile, and Gigi has to admit the resemblance between them is scary. Brita’s uncle gives them a warm welcome and tells them to call him Sal before guiding them to their table. It’s in a corner of the place and they can see everyone and everything, plus, they’re a few feet away from the bar. It’s a nice spot overall.

They get settled and Sal leaves them a few menus with the drinks options, including non-alcoholic drinks, and leaves to go back to work, telling them to look for him if they need anything.

Gigi briefly looks at the menu before setting it aside and looking around the bar, trying to find a face that stands out from the rest — instead, she hears a voice that breaks through the noise and makes a few heads turn around.

They voice comes from a few tables away, right in front of them. There’s a woman with dark, curly hair waving her arms around and talking with her friend, while the other woman sitting in front of her and facing Gigi is dying with laughter.

Gigi squints, finding her face oddly familiar, until it clicks.

Crystal throws her head back as she laughs, bracing her stomach as Vanjie grows louder and louder during her speech.

“And the fucking bitch had the AUDACITY to call me a fucking liar! Can you believe?” Vanjie slams her fist on the table and Crystal is hollering with laughter. She knows she shouldn’t have brought up the fact that her ex is also coming to the competition, but right now Vanjie is too worked up to back down.

For the longest time, Crystal thought Canada didn’t have any surfers — with such a cold weather, how could someone even want to enter the water? But it turns out that Vanjie’s ex, Brooke, is Canadian and a surfer, and she’s going to be competing alongside them. She found out, because she follows Yvie Bridges’ socials, and she posted a picture with Brooke, captioning it with “Excited to be reunited with my sister in Honolulu!” Except with a lot more exclamation marks.

Vanjie quickly tries to backpedal her entire rant by saying she’s not bothered at all by Brooke’s presence, because she’s over her and she’s seeing this girl, Kameron, who she met in a competition in Puerto Rico and is a sports photographer.

Crystal cocks a brow and before Vanjie can further prove to Crystal that she’s not over Brooke at all, she asks her if she wants another round of destornilladores. Vanjie nods effusively, tossing bills to her.

She heads to the bar and perches herself on it, waving at the barman. She places her order and when there’s a seat available, she takes it without hesitation.

Crystal is watching the barman as he mixes her drink, when someone slides into the empty seat next to her. She casts a quick glance over them and has to do a double take when the woman’s face is familiar.

She blinks repeatedly; this is the woman that threw her smoothie at her earlier that day.

It seems that Smoothie Girl recognizes her too, because she stares at her for a moment too long, and somehow Crystal finds the courage to speak up.

“You’re the asshole that threw their smoothie in my bathing suit,” Crystal finally speaks up.

“And you’re the asshole that threw herself into my smoothie,” she shots back, cocking one of her perfectly painted eyebrows, and Crystal has to admit that was a good one.

The barman places her orders in front of her; Crystal quickly pays him and Smoothie Girl takes advantage of his presence to place her own order. Crystal searches for Vanjie’s eyes among the crowd, and she finds her with her stare glued on her. She smiles when she sees their drinks, but frowns when Crystal points at the woman sitting beside her.

It’s her, she mouths, but Vanjie tilts her head, confused. Smoothie Girl, she mouths this time, and Vanjie looks surprised. She starts to mouth things Crystal can’t catch, but she guesses it’s a combination of get your ass over here, and that bitch.

“I’ve been thinking all day about what you called me,” she says, attracting Crystal’s attention again. She frowns, confused.

“What? Pendeja?” She asks, and Smoothie Girl nods. “Oh, that’s Spanish for asshole.”

Smoothie Girls snorts, cocking a brow. “What’s the Spanish word for ‘you owe me ten bucks’?”

“That would be ‘in your dreams,’” Crystal retorts, the brunette rolls her eyes.

She knows Vanjie is watching them closely, her stare burning a hole in Crystal’s neck, in case hands need to be thrown. But she has a feeling she won’t be needing Vanjie’s hands — not that she can say the same about this woman.

The barman leaves a drink in front of Smoothie Girl and she pays with a coquettish smile, Crystal thinks her drink smells way too fruity.

“That smoothie left my bathing suit smelling like fruit even when I washed it three times,” Crystal comments, trying to sound nonchalant. The woman cocks a brow as she sips on her drink. “What flavor was it, anyway?”

She seems surprised by the question, though she’s quick to answer.

“Uh, mango and peach, I think,” she replies and Crystal scrunches up her nose.

“Ugh, that sounds hideous.”

“It’s not! Had you licked your bathing suit you would know it’s very tasty.” She laughs at her own joke, and Crystal finds herself laughing too.

It’s weird how just moments ago they were calling each other assholes and now they’re laughing like nothing happened.

Crystal scoots herself closer in the chair, their knees practically brushing as she tries to catch her gaze.

“You got a name, Smoothie Girl?” She inquires in a casual tone. Smoothie Girl finally meets her gaze, and her blue eyes aren’t as icy as the first time they ran into each other.

“Genevieve, but everyone calls me Gigi.” She offers her hand to shake and Crystal gladly takes it. “And you?”

“I’m Crystal. Some people call me Crys, others Cryssie — and that dumbass over there,” she discreetly points at Vanjie, who’s typing away in her phone, trying to act as if she hasn’t been staring at them for a long minute now, “calls me Glass. Don’t ask me why, she just does.” Crystal shrugs, and Gigi laughs.

She feels some sort of pride blooming in her chest at making Gigi laugh.

“So, Crystal,” Gigi begins. “Do I have to assume you’re a surfer? I mean, what you were wearing when you ran into my smoothie looks like something a surfer would wear.”

Crystal nods enthusiastically, proceeding to tell her that she’s been surfing on and off since she was just thirteen and how she comes to Honolulu every year, rarely shifting her destination for the summer.

In return, Gigi confides her that she’s from California and it’s her first time in Honolulu, saying that her friend —Sal’s niece, apparently— invited them and she just couldn’t say no, even when she isn’t that much of a beach enthusiast. She hates them, in fact.

Upon hearing this, Crystal lets an over the top gasp that makes Gigi go into a fit of giggles, apparently already expecting that reaction.

“What the fuck? Dude, you can’t be serious,” she exclaims, and Gigi continues giggling.

“I’m deadly serious,” she assures her, twirling a strand of hair around her index finger.

“You don’t even like the food or ice cream?”

“I do, I hate the dirty people that leave their trash behind, though.”

“What about the kids? They’re always so cute — running around with their water guns and getting excited over everything. Some remind me of my own little cousins.”

Gigi visibly scrunches up her nose, doing a disgusted face.

“I hate kids, actually.”

Crystal folds her arms in a huff, intently staring at Gigi.

“No, there’s no way you’re that much of a… Beach Grinch,” she blurts out, the embarrassment flooding over her as soon as the words come out from her mouth. Gigi cocks a brow.

“Beach Grinch? Now that’s original,” Gigi says, leaning in closer to Crystal, a wicked smile painted in her lips. “Y’know, though I find the beach extremely boring, I can’t say the same for the people that like it.”

Crystal grins; she’s played this game far too many times, but something in Gigi makes her think this time it won’t be as easy as with the other ones.

Just when she’s lining up a witty reply, Gigi suddenly scoots back, a bashful smile where there used to be a wicked one.

“Sadly, I don’t have the time to think too much about it, ‘cause I’m here to have a good time with my friends. Later!”

She hops off from her chair, bringing her drink with her, and makes her way back to her friends, swaying her hips as she walks and making her skirt fly with the movement.

Crystal takes a moment to realize what Gigi just did, and when she finally pulls herself back together to walk over to Vanjie with their drinks, she tries to convince herself that maybe Gigi is another one of those straight girls wanting to “experiment.” It’s what she says to herself to make her cheeks cool down several degrees.

Vanjie says they can cash the bitch outside if she wants to fight, but Crystal just dismisses her with a wave of her hand.

After they finish their drinks, they hang around at Sal’s for a little longer, dancing when there is a good song playing and talking with strangers, and just before they leave, Crystal looks through the crowd for Gigi’s eyes, and she finds her staring right back. What she sees in her eyes makes her stomach twist.

‘If she’s playing hard to get, then it’s on,’ she thinks, and the next thing she thinks is that Gigi can read her mind, because the wicked smile is back into her face before Crystal withdraws her gaze.

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Floating (BrookexYvie) - ImposterZoe

AN: Look who's alive! And with Astral Projection Yvie no less! Thanks to Mistress for beta-ing.

He fell asleep. That's the last thing Yvie remembers. Curling up. Drifting off. Floating off.

He felt himself rise but turned to see his body still on the floor. For a second he wondered if he was dead but he watched his chest rise and fall.

He found if he concentrated he could sense his body pulse with each heartbeat.

He stood there a minute, staring at his sleeping form. He fought a groan as he watched Asia take a picture of him. On instinct, he stretched a hand out to swat Asia's shoulder in irritation.

His hand went straight through the man's arm and deep in his core, Yvie felt Asia's amusement as his hand went through.

Knock it off, he thought. It felt as if the thought traveled through his body straight into Asia. The second his hand had passed through, Asia's arm twitched and he abruptly walked away.

Slowly Yvie's feet left the ground and he looked up as he went towards the ceiling. He flinched, his hands going up to shield his face as he went up.

A sharp gasp left him as instead of an impact he felt himself go through the concrete.

Soon he had floated through the top of the building, staring at the city below. As if he was made of paper, he felt a breeze at his back, propelling him forward.

There's somewhere I need to go, he thought. A warm feeling spreads from his chest. He was right.

He didn't fight the mystery wind as it blew him towards wherever he needed to be. He just leaned his head back, picking out the few constellations he knew.

Eventually he felt himself descend. He went through a hotel, landing outside room. He didn't even know what state he was in. Let alone whose room he was in front of.

He slowly leaned forward, only putting his head through the door. And the sight of Brooke making out with Vanjie on the bed made him jump so far he threw himself into Nina's room on the next floor.

He yelped, barely stabilizing himself before he floated through the window. He took a second to catch his breath.

As his breathing slowed he took the time to mentally remark the fact that Nina was belting out a Disney song in the shower.

After steeling his nerves, Yvie slowly sat, sighing as he sunk through the floor. He kept his eyes shut as he floated down into Brooke's room.

He felt the carpet solid beneath him. He could hear the bed squeaking and risked a peek.

In the thirty seconds he'd been gone, Vanjie had shimmied out of his shirt and was attempting to get Brooke to the same state.

Yvie's words burst out of him in frustration. "Aren't you supposed to be broken up?! Why did I need to see this?!"

He flinches as Brooke pulls back from Vanjie, looking directly at him. Yvie tilts his head to the side.

Could Brooke… see him?

"What?" Vanjie wonders, turning towards the corner. Yvie knew at once that Vanjie couldn't see him. But Brooke's gaze didn't waver.

Brooke shakes his head, confusion filling his eyes. "I thought I heard someone. It's like someone's here."

Vanjie sits back slightly. "Someone like who?"

"Yvie," Brooke breathes out. Vanjie lets out a groan and stands.

He walks over to the corner and Yvie fights his fear as Vanjie steps dead into him. Yvie feels his annoyance and jealousy.

"See? Nothin' in the corner. Why you so obsessed with him lately?"

Brooke rolled his eyes. "I'm not obsessed."

Vanjie snorted, stepping out of Yvie. "Yes you are, bitch. You know you are."

Yvie watched the fight with increasing interest.

Brooke threw Vanjie his shirt in annoyance. "Maybe you should leave."

Vanjie tugged his shirt on but didn't move. "Oh I mention your odd little crush so you push me away. Sounds familiar."

Brooke fights a snarl. "It's not a crush. He's my friend."

Vanjie rolls his eyes, leaning against the wall. "A friend you don't let touch anyone else when you're in the same place."

Yvie bites his lip. He had noticed Brooke being a bit possessive lately. He'd been ignoring it. He almost missed Vanjie's muttered words.

"More protective of that bitch than you ever were of me."

Yvie can tell Brooke doesn't think before he speaks. "Maybe that bitch means more to me than you did."

Vanjie's head snaps up in shock. It quickly turns to anger. "So what? Gonna end this?" He rapidly gestures between them. "Again? For him?"

Brooke doesn't answer right away. Doesn't say "No," like assumed he would. His eyes drift to where Yvie's sitting again. "Yes I am."

Yvie jumps up while Vanjie flinches. "Say it clearly." He grits out. Yvie doesn't have to touch him to feel his heart breaking.

Brooke regards Vanjie cooly. "Branjie's dead, Vanj. I'm don't want you anymore."

Vanjie's walks forward, looking Brooke in the eye. "Why is he so special that you're leaving me again?"

Brooke lets out a soft sigh. "I'd be free with him. I'm just not with you."

"Did you ever cheat on me with him?" Vanjie blurts. Brooke doesn't seemed shocked by the question. Yvie on the other hand almost pisses his pants.

It does take a Brooke a moment to answer. "No. I left you when I realized I wanted to."

Vanjie stares at Brooke blankly and for a second Yvie thinks he's about to get slapped. But Vanjie just shakes his head and walks toward the door.

"I'm sorry Vanjie." Brooke calls. Vanjie freezes in the doorway. His shoulders fall forwards and he looks back at Brooke with a face full of tears.

"I hope freedom is everything you're hoping for." he whispers. Then the door is shut and he's gone.

Brooke stares after him before throwing his gaze across the room. "Yvie?" he calls. "Are you there?"

Brooke's gaze continues to sweep the room landing on Yvie once more. "Are you there?" he asks again.

Yvie gives a small hop, floating a few inches from the ground. He floats forward, circling Brooke slowly. The man's eyes follow him the whole time.

Brooke runs a hand anxiously over his head. "Can you give me a sign or something? Just so I know I'm not insane?"

Yvie moves directly in front of Brooke. He thinks for a second before his hands raise on their own accord. His feet find the ground as his hands press into Brooke's chest. He doesn't realize he grabs directly onto Brooke's heart.

They both let out a sharp gasp.

"You're really here." Brooke whispers.

"You really love me," Yvie whispers back.

"Where are you? How're you here if I can't see you?" Brooke's heartbeat picks up in Yvie's hands as he starts to freak out.

"I don't know," he whispers. "The last thing I remember, I was falling asleep on the floor and then I was floating here. You can hear me but not see me?"

Brooke blinks slowly. "Sort of. You sound far away. And it's more like I can sense you. Are you touching me?"

Yvie nods without thinking. "Oh um. My hands are sort of… in your chest."

Brooke cocked his head to the side. "If you're dead, I'll kill you."

Yvie laughs softly, taking that moment to think back to his body. He'd rolled over but that was about it. His heartbeat thrummed through his hands.

Brooke yelped at the sensation. "Alive then?" he squeaks.

"Very alive." Yvie responds.

Brooke pops an eyebrow. "Has this ever happened before?"

Yvie shakes his head. "Nope, never. Brooke?"

"Yes?"

"Everything you said to Vanjie was true? Even the wanting to cheat part?"

Brooke hangs his head and Yvie feels his shame. "Yeah it is. I knew you would never go along with it."

Yvie gives a sigh. "You were right. Why didn't you say something?"

Brooke rolled his eyes. "Because I'm a coward. Why else?"

Yvie goes to respond when he starts to rise. He yelps, tugging on Brooke's heart as his feet go towards the ceiling.

"Where are you going?!" Brooke cries. Yvie focused on his body. Someone was shaking his shoulder.

"Someone's trying to wake me up!" he cries.

Brooke's heart speeds up in Yvie's hands. "Don't go. Please don't go yet."

Yvie feel Brooke become less and less of an anchor. "I don't think I can hold on." he whispers.

"Can you come back? We won't see each other in person for like another month!"

Yvie grits his teeth, the strain of staying wearing him down. "I'll. Try." he grunts.

Brooke feels as Yvie lets go. He feels empty as one last whisper snakes into his mind. "I love you."

Yvie floats away to Brooke's whisper of "I love you too."

The wind picks up and he's zooming across the sky. Faster and faster. The city beneath him is nothing but zooming lights.

Then he's sitting up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and glaring at Asia.

"What?" he hisses at the man.

Asia holds his hands up in surrender. "You said to wake you up in three hours."

Yvie lets out a pressed sigh. "Oh. Right. Thanks."

Asia gives a stiff nod before striding away.

Yvie spends a second longer on the floor, running his hands for a second. He had things to do. A lot of things.

Please, he begged internally, let me go to him tonight.

He stands and goes to get on with his day. But he had the same train of thought the whole time.

Let me float away tonight.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #yvie oddly #nina west #asia o'hara #vanessa vanjie mateo #past branjie #brooke x yvie #imposterzoe #concrit welcome #s11 #canon compliant

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thwoorpocolypse · 5 years

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I’ve finally met @chaotic-chachki and she gave me a sticker pack of all her chibis!! KLDSFJSLD these are wayyyy too adorable.

#scarlet envy #scyvie #brooke lynn hytes #branjie #watch me paste them all on #my laptop #TOO CUTE #chrys #shuga #yvie #vanjie

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isabelisfun · 5 years

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Haha I just wasted another hour in class reading popped the p instead of writing my essay

#this essay will not get done #but i havent read everything popped the p has written and its all incredibly good #i had to scroll past the smut tho cuz i was in public #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie

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impressionism · 5 years

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WowPresents...

You so shady for posting that dating video Vanjie did on yt NOW... and then you can hear Brooke on the other end of that phone call and it’s so cute and now I’m sad.

I get she is part of WtW this year but geez, I can only take so much!

#vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #branjie ish #branjie #ahh the past

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moonhytes · 5 years

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We got a new picture!! Thank you miss dj v Brynn

#branjie #so i’m way past delerious #i’m just chaotc

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bitch-exe · 5 years

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okay today has BEEN one and i am STRESSED and over being like a real person so if you wanna send me sweet things or fun branjie questions fuckin go for it i need to decompress and think gay thoughts and whatever

#ive been so MIA the past few days im sorryyyy #abby shut up #branjie

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zwritestuff · 3 years

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Hello friends, I come here because I found out (by pure chance) that there's an user in Wattpad translating various RPDR fics. They have translated 3 of mine (that I could find) without my consent, so I'm guessing it's the same for the rest.

There are a lot of fics from AO3, the @artificialqueens blog, the entire Bad Girls Club multichap by @missjanjie , a Branjie one-shot (and possibly more) from @plastiquetiaras , the entire Sunshine, And Glory Too multichap by @fannyatrollop and a hell of other fics (I'm tagging the users I could distinguish, I recognized some of the stories but not all). They have attached the URL of the original fics at the beginning of each chapter, but some are badly pasted and only direct to ship tags in AO3 or the ArtificialQueens page.

They have translated them to Spanish, that's how I found out. I'm not entirely sure what's the protocol when someone translates stories without the author's knowledge, but I felt like it was necessary to let y'all know, just in case. Here's a link to this person's profile, if you need my help with the Spanish lmk.

#rpdr fanfiction #it irks me that they have views up in the ten thousands #and we're happy if we hit 1k

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imalwaysaslutfordrag · 2 years

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"I'm tired and I'm scared” with branjie for prompts? Please and thank you!

"I'm tired and I'm scared."

The steady drip, drip, drip of rain against the makeshift tarp echoed in Vanessa's ears.

She was past the point of feeling cold, even though she could feel her limbs trembling. The muscles in her feet and legs spasming uncontrollably in the attempt to garner just a spark of warmth.

There was nothing for it, save for burrowing herself further into Brooke's side.

The older woman tensed, as Vanessa had expected she would.

If nothing could be said for Brooke, let the record indicate that she was and would always be bad at comforting others.

"'Ness-"

Vanessa shushed her, though her voice lacked force. Most likely due to the fact that she was freezing to death.

Dying… wasn't as scary as Vanessa had thought it would be. To be fair though she hadn’t given it much thought until now. A month ago, her biggest problem in life had been getting over a breakup. Now, she was fighting for her life in a world overrun by sentient machines.

Nowhere was safe. Nowhere was home.

She was living on the run with her most recent ex who made sure to make every interaction rife with tension.

And she was dying.

Another wave of spasms took hold of Vanessa’s body, the younger woman doing her best to still her aching muscles, in the process pressing herself closer to Brooke’s rapidly cooling core.

"'Ness, seriously you shouldn't-"

Vanessa looked up at her, eyes bright and shiny. "I'm tired and I'm scared, Brooke, so just... let me, for now." It was a plea.

The last wish of a dying woman.

The wish to be close to something, someone, that resembled life before.

If nothing could be said for Brooke, let the record indicate that she did know when to stop talking.

#branjie #mac doing prompts #thanks for the prompt #angst

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vvmxo · 3 years

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Of course I don't mean all branjie shippers I apologise for that comment being so generalising. But I found that all the enjoyment I had with branjie was spoiled by certain shippers talking trash about guys Brooke or Vanjie would spend time with and being way too invasive. Whereas everyone here and on artificialortegas are just v chill and respectful and genuinely happy to see the queens be happy

I think your intention was clear in your first message so dont worry about it bby! 💕 And its not even just with Branjie, its a problem with all ships, whether its drag queens or other people. Im a Harry Styles fan and used to find it really hard work to enjoy stan tumblr when there were fans who constantly shat on girls he was linked to. Branjie was just an example of where it is happened in the past that a lot of us Taywhora stans probably observed as id say a fair amount of us are Branjie stans too? Its a very very very small minority of people, but even the odd invasive stan can sometimes make it seem a bit hard work to enjoy fully

#asks

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narcoleptic-drag-queen · 4 years

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57 G branjie for the prompts cause i love jealousy pls and thank you - barbie 💞💞💞

this is a hot mess and i had 15 very different ideas for it which did not pan out well for me but anyway @barbiehytes I hope you enjoy this

57 - “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

G - Hogwarts AU

“That’s it,” Brooke announces over breakfast, glaring daggers at the Hufflepuff table. “I’m doing something about this.”

Yvie gives her a skeptical look. “Sure,” she says, and Brooke turns her glare on her.

“I am,” she says, and she looks back over at the Hufflepuff table, unable to keep her eyes away for very long. Irritation boils in her chest when she finds that Vanessa has scooted even closer to Kameron on the bench, her smile saccharine as her fingers walk towards Kameron’s muffin, which is being guarded by its owner. They’re being perfectly innocent, but Brooke can hardly stand to look at them.

“You know she’s doing it on purpose,” Yvie says, and Brooke lets out an irritated huff, her eyes never leaving the place where Vanjie’s hand is touching Kameron’s arm.

“I know,” she mutters, but jealousy still writhes in her stomach like an electric eel. “And it’s working.”

“No way!” Yvie gasps sarcastically. “I thought the bludger you whacked at Kameron last week was a complete accident.”

“It was,” Brooke says through her teeth. It’s a lie and they both know it, but Brooke’s got a reputation to uphold as Head Girl. Also, she’d rather not be credited for the way Vanjie had cooed over Kameron’s arm cast for an entire day and a half.

“And the way her potion mysteriously went solid yesterday?”

“It’s not my fault she took my bad advice,” Brooke shrugs, although she can’t help the way her lips curl up, just a little. That one had been satisfying.

Yvie snorts, and Brooke gives a small giggle of her own before Kameron’s hand falls on Vanjie’s knee, their faces close as they laugh together.

Brooke's mood instantly plummets.

“Since when were we allowed to sit at other houses’ tables, anyway?” she asks bitterly, and Yvie raises her eyebrows, amused. Vanjie touches Kameron’s arm lightly, again.

“Since Harry Potter fucking died for house diversity,” Yvie says. “And you’re giving her exactly what she wants.”

“I’m not,” Brooke shoots back, and Yvie snorts. Vanjie twirls a piece of hair around her finger. “I’m not. My ass is all the way on this bench, Ms. Oddly. I’m not going over there.”

“Not until she pulls some other shit.”

“It would be nice if you could have a little faith in me,” Brooke tells her, unamused. “Just a little.”

Yvie says something in response, but Brooke’s attention is suddenly 100% taken up by Vanjie jerking her head towards the doors, she and Kameron getting up together, hand in hand.

Brooke is on her feet before she even realizes what’s happening, panic and anger sending a spike of adrenaline through her. She barely registers Yvie’s knowing cackle beyond the Kill Bill sirens echoing through her head.

What the fuck?

She watches Vanjie drag Kameron out the great doors with disbelief, the two girls giggling the entire way. Brooke feels frozen in place, her breath catching in her throat as she stares at their entwined fingers.

What the fuck.

Kameron looks behind her, and she meets Brooke’s eyes. She winks just before Vanjie leads her around the corner and out of sight.

What the fuck.

“Goddamn,” Yvie says, as Brooke fantasizes about stuffing Kameron’s stupid yellow tie down her throat. “Are you going to take the bait?”

Brooke shakes her head. Has her breathing always been this shallow? “I’m not taking the bait.”

“Please,” Yvie says, rolling her eyes. “You’re going to take the bait.”

There’s a pause as Brooke makes a vain attempt to see Vanjie through the stone staircase she and Kameron had disappeared behind. She nods. “I’m going to take the bait.”

She speeds towards the doors, practically running, the rest of the Slytherin table hooting and hollering at her as she does, cheering like they’re watching a Quidditch match. She knows the other tables are making noise, as well, but she can’t be bothered to try to decipher the tone as she races out of the Great Hall and beelines towards the stairs she’d seen the two girls slip behind.

She hears the giggling before she sees it, and she turns the corner already seeing red, the jealousy and irritation that she’s been feeling for the past week finally breaking out of the cage she’d been trying to keep it in.

“What the hell are you two doing?” she snaps as soon as she sees the back of Kameron’s head, her shoulders hunched up as she laughs.

Vanjie widens her eyes innocently from just behind Kameron, even as her eyebrows arch in the way that means she’s trying not to laugh, her lips puckering. “What do you mean, baby?”

“You know goddamn well what I mean,” Brooke says severely, and Kameron turns around, genuine confusion written all over her face.

“We’re just goofing around, Brooke, chill.”

“Oh?” Brooke says, raising her eyebrows and turning to look at Vanessa, who has an irritating smirk on her face. “Is this what goofing off looks like? Holding hands and sneaking behind staircases?”

“Aw, c’mon, baby, don’t be like that,” Vanessa soothes, and Brooke ignores her in favor of staring down Kameron.

“You aren’t allowed to be in here,” she says, pointedly adjusting her Head Girl badge. “Go back to breakfast before I report you to Visage.”

Kameron rolls her eyes, but she leaves without a fuss, darting around Brooke and into the hallway without complaint. Brooke has about two seconds to relax before Vanessa shouts again.

“Bye, Kamy!” Vanjie calls after her, and Brooke bristles, planting herself between Vanessa and her view of Kameron, the urge to make Vanessa look at her and only at her nearly overwhelming. Vanessa gives her what she wants, meeting her gaze full on, but the fact that she looks like the cat who got the cream completely ruins the effect.

“Hi, Brooke Lynn,” she says, voice sweet as her face splits into a smile, and Brooke refuses to melt.

“What the fuck, Vanessa?” Brooke asks, frowning. Irritation and jealousy are still churning in her gut, and keeping herself from just pinning Vanessa to wall and crashing their lips together is getting harder and harder. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I think I’m making you jealous,” Vanjie says simply. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“You think I’m jealous?” Brooke asks flatly, but she can’t help the blush that creeps up her cheeks. It only makes her angrier.

“Well,” Vanjie says, pursing her lips. “You’re bein’ awful cute right now.”

“Oh, am I?” Brooke says darkly, genuine irritation tugging at her gut. Why does Vanjie always think she can just--

“You are,” Vanessa says, and she walks forwards to tug on Brooke’s tie, a little. Her smile is sly. Oh. That’s why. “I missed you.”

“We talked yesterday,” Brooke says.

“Yeah, about O.W.L.S.,” Vanjie says, a little peak of annoyance appearing in her eyes, this time. “Like we have for the past two weeks. I miss talking to you.”

“Clearly, you’ve found yourself a replacement,” Brooke says sharply, and Vanessa gives her tie a sharper tug, pulling her further into the alcove.

“See?” Vanjie says, smug. “Jealous.”

Anger snaps in her gut, and Brooke gives into it, pushing them the rest of the way until Vanjie is pinned against the wall and Brooke is pressed right up against her, heat burning low in her belly. Her heart jumps a little at Vanjie’s tiny gasp, her own breath catching at the sound.

“Of Kameron?” Possessiveness spikes in Brooke’s chest even as she says the name, and she reminds herself that Kameron isn’t the one dating Vanjie, isn’t the one here with her right now, isn’t the one close enough to feel how fast her heart is beating.

“Yeah,” Vanjie says, voice low. Her smirk is infuriating and exhilarating and Brooke is so fucking turned on by it. “Her.”

Brooke cocks an eyebrow, possessiveness clenching in her chest like a fist unwilling to let go of something precious. “You’re mine.”

Vanjie raises an eyebrow back. She can’t quite get the smirk off of her face. “But how are they supposed to know? By hearin’ us talk about our scores in Charms?”

Brooke smashes their lips together.

Vanjie responds eagerly and quickly, meeting Brooke’s hard kiss with her own force, letting Brooke bite her lip and burying her fingers in Brooke’s hair, her nails raking along Brooke’s scalp. Brooke moans into the kiss, running her hands all along Vanjie’s body, down her tiny waist and her hips and landing on the sides of her thighs, holding her there tightly. Vanjie presses herself impossibly closer to Brooke, her own hums of pleasure soft against Brooke’s lips.

Brooke breaks the kiss only to suck a red mark onto Vanessa’s throat, humming appreciatively as Vanessa’s fingers twist in her hair as she does. She pulls back to admire her handiwork, grinning at Vanessa with something like pride and satisfaction in her chest.

“No,” she says breathlessly. “They’ll know when they see this.”

Vanjie frowns at her, playfulness lighting up in her eyes. “You sure it’s big enough?”

Brooke raises her eyebrows.

“No,” she says, trying not to match Vanjie’s bright grin. “I’m not.”

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